musings, bullshit

I wish, oh yes I do
Wish that I could make you see
Wish that I could disappear
Hours of speculation
Have led me to believe that it is I
Who will plague you
Each moment that we spend smiling
Together
Will be desecrated by you,
Missing me
Alone

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Where are my angels now?
As I stare into the gray
Pit; void, eternal entrapment.
Vicious chains like dogs
With icy cold teeth they bind,
Constrain
Torment.
Albeit I try to face the demons
Armed with an open heart
Auspicious temperament, suddenly sanguine.
Blood flows from open wounds
Fighting to heal, feeble attempts peel
Like dead skin.
Dying to be restored. Then,
Like grotesque volcanoes I bleed my
Shortcomings, fabrications written in a flash
Swallowed into the flames of nonacceptance.
Burnt like devil books.
Smoke rises from the sullen
Ash
Surrenders to the wind,
The iron fist has been heard with a thud.
A life wasted.